Isla
Isla doesn't expect him to get up after her, and she's already slipping her heels back on when Remi reaches for her arm. And of course she stops, because obviously she doesn't really want to leave, and what she does want is awkwardly trying to adjust his erection back into his pants. "It certainly didn't seem like that's what you meant," she admits, sounding a mix of confused and a little silly now that things have ended so abruptly.
"Perhaps it's for the best that this stops here though. First dates and all," she mumbles, awkward and bemused and not really knowing how to back-track from here. Still, she doesn't move away from Remi, and his hand on her arm registers as a vibrant warmth against her skin wherever he touches. She can't feel it, but she can certainly understand it.
"Perhaps it's for the best that this stops here though. First dates and all," she mumbles, awkward and bemused and not really knowing how to back-track from here. Still, she doesn't move away from Remi, and his hand on her arm registers as a vibrant warmth against her skin wherever he touches. She can't feel it, but she can certainly understand it.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
